Treading by the Hellhound

Aching Breaths

"In the midst of all Adverse
Left with us are the Aching Breaths"

The golden rays were coming through the window; enlightening all the darkness inside and giving her a warm hug. It was the hour when she opened her eyes in the arms of the shivering warmth of that blazing sphere and woke up from her cloud cuckoo land into life. Giving a little puff to her hair and with a little support of her hands Kat got up in the bed, turned towards right and stopped with wide open eyes. A man with pale skin, small eyes, pointed nose, razor sharp jaw line, wearing a solid black outfit and a wide smile on his face, was sitting on her desk chair with one leg on the other and fingers of both his hands intertwined. For a few seconds she looked towards him with her silent breaths, then caught by consciousness she thought of shouting, and heard a voice, "Katharina", the man was taking her name, the voice was polite, and was giving the touch of a gentleman, he further said, "I am sent by her, she wanted to know about your safety, she wants me to......."
He didn't even complete his sentence and got interrupted by Kat, "I don't want to listen to any of her things, just leave!" She was looking with an impassive look towards the man.
He Looked for a while, then bending towards her said, "don't know, what she sees in such a lady. I would love to fill my thirst, and feed on something like this, would enjoy to rip such a thing bone to bone, limb to limb, and to hear those final aching breaths with my ears around the mouth and......"
"Behave! Michael" a voice came from out of the room. With the lash of the voice Michael stood up, stepped aside and lowered his neck in reverence. Following the voice, came in a man, with silent stormy steps. He was having a broad forehead, a pair of blood red eyes with dense eye lashes, a bony nose, well constructed body and fairly long hands, coming below the waist. The man sat on the chair and took out a cigarette box from his pocket. While taking out a cigarette and lighting it up he asked Kat, "what is that you are mad at?"
"Who gave you permission to step in here ?" Kat counter questioned the man.
"Have you forgotten who I am, precisely, what I am ?" replied the man "Have you forgotten the capabilities I have ?"
She was silent and impassive as before, after a while she figured out the presence of her grandma in the house, she was habitual of singing and that's what she was doing in the morning hours that day. Recognising what Kat, with all the dead humbleness she could show, answered the man "I am safe Jonathan, there is utterly nothing here in this town, none of them could penetrate."
She only completed her sentence and heard some noise; after a blink what she saw was Michael falling on the floor with his head hanging on the top of the dressing table, with spikes of the mirror in it, and Jonathan sitting on the chair, preparing to light another cigarette.